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Alright, age check

Christen-281 yrs old [31 yrs old NOT COUNTING TIME DIALATION]

Abigail-37 yrs old

Amber 14 yrs old

Emma 13 years old

Galen 13 years old

Lucian 12 yrs old

crystal 12 yrs old

Damian 10 yrs old

Julie 10 yrs old

3 WEEKS LATER

"A little higher, just a little...yeah, there we go, great job, son, it's almost perfect. Now hold it still," said Christen. Galen held the light steady as his father stuck his head under the hood of the phantom cockpit he brought from Korriban. Galen was an excellent mechanic himself, the best of his siblings, but even he was stumped. So he decided to leave it in the hands of the expert. Thirteen-year-old Galen idolized his father in every way. More than that, he considered his father one of his best friends and felt that he could tell him anything. Well, almost anything.

"I see what the problem is," Christen said from under the hood.

"What?" Galen asked. "Someone seemed to have forgotten to change the ignition fuse during the last repair stop on Yavin last week," he replied, standing up again to look in the directing of his son. He cocked his right eyebrow. "Didn't I remind you to do that last week, Galen?"

"Yeah, I guess I forgot," the boy sheepishly replied, lowering his head in slight shame.

Christen shook his head, and his oldest son had been reminding him so much of himself at that age, thankfully a bit less of a smartass.

'But he won't take the same path that I took' Christen reflected. he would see to it that none of his children do.

"It's not like you to forget something like that, Galen," Christen said as he rummaged through the parts drawer for what he needed.

Galen shrugged as he took part from his father. "Guess I was distracted," he replied as he bent to replace the burnt fuse.

Christen watched him. "By what?" he asked, his face turning into a smirk. "Or should I say by whom?" Galen glanced up at him in shock but quickly buried his true feelings and smiled. "Nice try, Dad," he replied.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for my son, I still got your younger siblings to go through, and then with you Galen, that's six kids I got to look after."

"The boy is too good," Christen reflected.

"So, what was it then? What had you distracted?"

Galen finished the repair and then straightened to look up at his father. He was about to say something when one of his younger siblings, Julie, raced into the garage. "Daddy!" she yelled in worry and mixed amusement.

"Damian is making a mess in the kitchen...again!" she stifled a giggle.

"Where's your sister?" Christen demanded in an annoyed tone as he headed back towards the Reef fortress. "She is supposed to be watching you guys!" he exclaimed as he threw his hands in the air to show his displeasure.

"I don't know where she is," Julie replied innocently. "I was just training with my training saber in form four like you asked, was there anything else you wanted?" she told her father in a tone that would have made him happy with how innocent she was.

"Yeah, I'm sure a review on how you believe the light side of the force differs from the dark side," Christen told her. She beamed at him with a smirk, fully knowing his belief on the subject. Christen also suspected that she was highly involved in whatever disaster he would find in the kitchen.

"Oh boy," Christen said when he reached the kitchen. Damian sat in the middle of the kitchen, junk food lay around him, and top it off, his son completely covered in flour. "What's going on here, child of mine?" The ten-year-old boy turned his big vibrant orange eyes to his father's lava-colored ones and smiled. "Making cookies, what's it look like, you blind Dad!" he declared happily, not even caring that he needed to have a shower.

"Want some?" pointing four and dough-covered fingers in his direction. The child's smile faltered a little upon seeing his father catch him in a snack-driven craze to make and ultimately fail at making cookies.

Christen had to put his hand over his mouth to hide the smile. No, this was no laughing matter, even if he couldn't suppress a smile. Clearly, someone had been shirking her sibling responsibilities. And her name was...

"Amberosia!" Christen called. no answer

"Amber, get in here now!" still no response.

"Amber is talking to some boy," Crystal reported to her father from behind a wall in the room. She must have heard him yelling from across the Fortress.

"She's been talking to him for over an hour!" Christen scowled at that news, which meant she skilled lightsaber practice with Damian as well. "AMBEROSIA REVANCHIST SKYWALKER, get your ass in this room this instant!" he bellowed, using the force to make it so loud his children covered their ears. The room shook, his voice echoing off every wall within the large Fortress. It instantly caused the younger ones to run away to their rooms or hide behind various furniture around the room.

A few seconds later, the sound of stomping feet approached.

"What is it!? I'm on the..." Amber said as she stuck her head in the room. "Uh, oh..." she shifted her light orange eyes into his blazing volcanic ones.

"Yeah, uh oh is right," Christen replied, walking towards her as she sheepishly brought the rest of her body around the corner.

She was the spitting image of her mother mixed with his black hair and orange-colored irises. "While you were talking to Force knows who, your brother, who you were supposed to be attending to his lightsaber form practicing of form five along with an overview on the concept on force bonds and anomalies, he did THIS!" he said, turning slightly to allow her to see more clearly to the semi-destroyed kitchen covered in baking utensils and flour.

Pointing to the still floury Damian, who was standing sheepishly as his father berated his sister. Amber couldn't help but giggle but stopped immediately when she saw the withering anger infused look her father gave her. "Okay, I'll clean it up," she grumbled.

"You most certainly will," Christen told her sternly.

"And after that, you can tell me who was so fascinating that you had to talk to them for over an hour" Amber shot her father a dirty look.

"Daddy, can't we have one of your TYE do this?" Amber complained as she looked to the destroyed kitchen. TYE was an HK droid that was the immediate basic needs and security droid for the children. The droid being an HK model, absolutely hated the duty.

"I suppose he could," Christen replied as he pulled the clothes from the boy who was squirming from his grasp, not wanting the shower and wanted his dad to stop treating him like a child, but his father wasn't in a good mood, so decided it was best to just deal with it.

"But since he wasn't the one asked to watch the boy, that would hardly seem fair, would it?"

"He's a droid," Amber stated. "What does he care about fair?"

Christen pulled the tee-shirt up over Damian's head, sending a cloud of flour into the air. "You're joking, right?" he asked as he looked from Damian to his daughter. "Now clean it up while Damian takes a shower."

"But I don't.." Damian tried to say.

"either you shower, or I will use the force to throw you in the ocean like last week," Christen told him, gaining a grumbling from his son that made his smile grow double in size.

"now go in there and clean up well. We will talk when your out," christen said as he shoved his son in the refresher that adorned the hallway nearest to them and shut the door.'

"DADDY!" he heard the scream from the other side. He smiled as he turned around, feeling through the force that his daughter Julie was coming to him.

"Daddy, Amber called me a tattletale and an Aruetii," Julie announced as she entered the hallway with watery eyes and clenching fists as she stood near the doorway.

Christen sighed as he left Damian to clean himself as he considered what to do next.

How was it that battle tactics and killing people came so much easier for him than parenting tactics? His two sons he had no trouble policing, but the girls, that was another matter. He lacked Abigail's womanly abilities to ease them in following orders. Christen often found himself getting into power struggles, particularly with Amber. If she weren't so much like him, this wouldn't happen. "I'm coming, sweetie," he told Julie. "Just stay out of her way for now, okay?"

"Okay," Julie replied, looking at her father's back as he left the walkway and back into the warzone.

Christen walked into the kitchen, where Amber had just finished cleaning up the last of the mess. "Looks good," he said, staring at her with a look that made most people squirm.

"Thanks," she said, annoyed at the prospect of cleaning. Looking up at him, she sunk a few inches seeing his face. "Now, you will tell me who you were talking to instead of watching the kids," Christen said, folding his armored arms over his chest plates. Amber frowned. "Just a friend," she replied. "What difference does it make?"

"When you neglect your duties on the force and the order, it makes a big damn difference," Christen replied with no amount of emotion emanating from him. "Why are you so reluctant to tell me? What are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" she declared hotly.

"Why are you so suspicious of me all the time?" she raised her voice.

"I am not suspicious of you all the time," replying in a sharp tone, trying to keep his temper in check.

"Only when you give me a reason to be. And I have only been back for just over a month. I'm trying as best as I can to be your father," Amber sighed dramatically.

"I like my privacy," she muttered.

"Fine," Christen said, losing patience. "Fine," she said and strode off to her room. "I can't wait to get to Coruscant away from you!" she added hotly. Christen waited for the sound of her slamming door, which he did moments later. "You're not Kriffing going. I'll be having you TRAIN THE KIDS!" he shouted back and then regretted it immediately as he heard the loud screaming that was his daughter's reply. "Girls," he muttered.

Abigail Skywalker arrived home a short time later. She had been on an extended leave from her queenly duties since the return of her lost husband and the Consortium's King. Abigail had always loved her Queenly duties, like her mother before her, but motherhood had proven to be an even more significant source of fulfillment. In fact, if truth be told, Abigail would be happy if she never returned to politics and handed off the queen duties to her daughter Amber. Raising Sevan children was far more rewarding, certainly more challenging, than anything she had encountered in her political career.

Abigail was met in the foyer of their home by her youngest, ten-year-old Julie. "Hi Mom," Julie said, hugging her mother warmly. Of all her children, Abigail found that Julie was the most like her in temperament while still possessing her husband's characteristic Force abilities. "Hi, sweetheart," Abigail replied, kissing her daughter on the top of her head. "How have things been here while I was in the capital?"

"Interesting," Julie replied with a smile.

"Uh oh," Abigail replied. "What happened?"

"Damian tried to make cookies and almost emptied the food synthesizer of starch," Julie replied. "He made a mess." Abigail frowned. "Isn't Amber supposed to be home?" "Yes, she is," Julie replied as they walked into the house. "I guess she was busy." her daughter responded softly.

Abigail was about to reply when Christen walked into the room. She could tell at once that something was bothering him.

"Hi, Nexa," he said, coming over to her and kissing her. "I'm glad you're home."

"Hi, Nexu, "she said. "I can believe it," she added with a smile, noting the dusting of flour in his hair. "Been baking?" she asked, brushing it from his long black curls that touched the shoulder plating of his armor.

"Not exactly," he replied. "But everything is under control, don't worry."

Abigail nodded, not altogether buying that things were entirely under control. The family vacations they spent on the planet's moon were always enjoyable.

For a while, the family was all, but depressed thinking Christen was missing or recently after their vision thought to be dead.

It was Abigail who ran the house and managed the children; when he was in charge, well, things just tended to happen.

"And where were Galen and Amber this afternoon?" Abigail asked as she and Christen walked into the family room, his lava eyes looking her up and down seductively. "Galen was with me," he replied. "Fixing his phantom bike. Amber was in her room, talking to some joker on the holonet."

"Some joker?" Abigail asked with a barely suppressed smile. "Come on now, love; you can't expect her not to talk to boys. She's almost fifteen!" "I can when she's supposed to be minding her brother," Christen replied. "You should have seen the mess he made, love; it was the worst one yet."

Abigail nodded her understanding. "I'll talk to her," she said. "I'm sure the two of you ended up in a fight, right?" Christen frowned, disturbed by his wife's ability to read his mind despite her lack of Force sensitivity. "Why would you think that?" he asked defensively. Abigail smiled as she walked forward and put her hand on his face. He leaned into her touch. "Because I know you both very well," she replied, touching his nose lightly. "You're very sexy with flour in your hair," she added as her hands ruffled his black hair.

Christen smiled. "You know," he said, putting his hands on her hips as he looked around the room, "the kids are all busy," he told her. "Think they'd notice if we just...disappeared for a few..."

"Mom!" Damian shouted as he walked into the room and headed straight for Abigail. Christen released her as Damian wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "I guess they would," he said with a sigh. She looked up at him. "Later," she told him with a quick wink, the lust in her eyes speaking to him that she meant it. Christen nodded. "Until later then,"

The room was soon filled with the rest of the Skywalker children who had sensed that their mother was home. Each of them wanted to talk to her at once. Christen merely smiled as the children all jockeyed for position with their mother.

MOMENTS LATER

Abigail sat at the dressing table, brushing out her long hair as Christen sat on the bed, his armor hitting against the headboard, his arms folded over his chest. "Something on your mind, love?" she asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. "Just wondering who has Amber so distracted and why it seems more important than the force, " Christen answered.

"who is it?" he asked her, tho it came out as more of an accusation.

Abigail smiled. "I thought you could read her mind," she remarked.

Christen looked at her with an unamused look. "That isn't funny, and yes, I can, but our force bond would let you know," he replied.

"You know who it is, don't you?" Abigail said nothing but set her brush down and stood up. "Don't you?" Christen said again as he watched his wife walk over to the bed. "Do you really want to talk about this right now?" she asked.

"Are you trying to avoid the topic?" he challenged.

Abigail laughed. "No," she replied, slipping off the light robe she wore over her nightie. "I'm trying to get some quality time alone with my husband, a husband I thought was lost forever from us for nine years," she told him, rubbing her hands over her hips and breasts.

Christen suspected that his wife was trying to distract him; he was pretty sure of it, in fact. But it was far too seldom that they had time alone without the fear of at least one child intruding upon them. "Is that what you're doing?" he asked, holding out a hand to her. Abigail nodded. "Does that interest you?" she asked, putting her hand in his. "Let's see, a night spent with my beautiful wife without fear of having to hide under the covers when the inevitable interruption occurs?" he asked with a smile. "Is that what you're talking about?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about," she replied, nestling up close to him and running one hand over his chest plate. "Just imagine, we have the whole night to ourselves," she said. "Let's hope so," he said, pulling her close. "Because I don't want to be interrupted," he added. Abigail laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Me neither," she agreed.

It was the middle of the night as Christen awoke to the sound of tiny beeps coming from his walk-in closet where he kept his armor and weapons. It was mainly off-limits to his wife, but he still couldn't ban her from the closet.

His sensitive yashan ears picking up the beeps for on the closed metal door. He moaned as he got up while moving his wife's arm, which had been slung across his chest. He grabbed his discarded armor and quickly put it on. He quietly activated the closet doors using force and promptly shut them behind him. The light from his beeping comm link by his helmet was lighting up the room, and he saw the face of his Grand Admiral Zero.

"Hello, Your Highness, I have some great news for you. Project Star forge is running at a whopping one hundred and thirty-five percent my lord, she's one mighty machine, though your designs were a tenth the size of the original, the Admiral, one Admiral G'orguan Kindlien estimates it man make up for at least twenty percent of the original output my lord" Zero said in a tone that meant he was going to continue no matter what

"Project slave, freedom access, jedaii code forty, at almost twenty million now freed slaves in our data banks from wild space sectors behind the Spinward sector, they are under the Empires watch, currently they are scouring and pillaging the two sectors of Veragi and dalonibian of the Black Sun Syndicate.

Indicating almost double that number in planetary slaves in operations, they mainly stay within our spinward sector under the guise of our Neuro-Saav Company that currently and legally hold the entire industry, our sales have gone un separately since the deemed Clone wars started, the Republic and separatist use our cybernetics and medical tech, so naturally we have spy networks working throughout those components."

"Project Sith foundry is running at almost two hundred and sixty-five students following current sith, Jedi and Jedaii teachings unearthed by (CODE RESTRICTED) locations are (REDACTED) sorry Mylord you'll have to come to Tython for that information, as the council is still undetermined on your authority" christen was scowling at that declaration.

"Moving on, the Empire's trade routes.

Our merchant fleets go under our most powerful cloaking and shielding technology when they leave Tython to the Correllian trade spine, stopping at Duro for data and technology, Corrilla for an abundance of ships and spare parts, while also discreetly pirating here and there. Then the last planet the Empire stops at is Bestine IV for water, food, and reproducing species to Farm on the Empire's seven Agriworlds. then they take it all the way to Yag'Dahl to Oddesion."

The Nicknamed hyperspace route Duchy of Korriban reached from the Homeworld of the Sith, to near the far end of the Perlemian Trade Route Rooted in planets such as Korriban, the separatists capital of Raxas, Rhen Var the empires use these planets as a base of operations, information data and the use of the agriculture world for food, water and an abundance of Solari crystals used in most of the empires ships.

Unfortunately, the route ends in Zygerria, which your master seems fit to use millions of these slaves when creating the Empire's fleets above Korriban. It is one of the busiest parts of the Outer Rim, and it spans all the way to the old sith Empire's unknown regional system.

The third trade route utilized by the Empire is the entire Galaxy known as the Richi maze where the planets Oddesien, Richi and the old reminders of an ancient Mandalorians trade route that connected to the worlds fo Bothawui for trade, the planet Dennaskar for workers and crew members and the Ukio who your master subjugated through his will of the force.

This was also where the Empire stored the fleets when the finished construction on Corilla, Korriban, and the home Galaxy of a race known as the celestials and the home base of operations Oddesien." the Admiral looked exhausted at his tirade of what the Empire's bases are doing.

Before the man could speak, he held his hand up in a sto[ping manner. The Admiral Straighted his back and waited for Christen's command.

"well, Admiral, I can definitely tell you I'm more than happy at this news, but i would very much like to know the numbers on our Military power. How many fleets do I have, how many men or supplies, recourses, I NEED NUMBERS Admiral," he asked in a slightly condescending tone, but in his mind having bases was all well and good. Still, if he had no people to protect all those sectors, he would have a useless empire that would crumble soon.

"I understand, sir, but I think it would be easier for you to read such a thing on a datapad. I will download the information onto your communication system. It will list all assets of the Empire.

"Project Star fleet is at five percent completion currently holding at five sector fleets accounting for fourteen thousand ships."

"Names are in order from most potent in firepower.

Punisher fleet current capital fleet

Alpha fleet pure attacking fleet

Leviathan fleet assassin fleet

Bogan fleet offensive fleet

Ashla fleet defensive fleet.

Then we have a mixed bag sectoral fleet made of Freighter, Transport and heavily armed merchant fleets that make up the Biotech parent company, the legal side of our empire" christen was beyond impressed.

"Your fleet, my lord, is at half completion."

"Your flagship is the largest amount, the entire ship is currently standing at twenty-two thousand meters in length. It harbors twenty-five silencers, three thousand turbo lasers, one hundred hyper matter railguns."

"Three thousand heavy turbo lasers, four hundred ion cannons, it encases fifty tractor beam projectors, has its own shields plus a built-in planetary shield, and on the top of the cake is the addition of eight hundred defensive laser cannons."

"The ship can contain a hundred corvette-sized ships. It handles a whopping two hundred thousand battle droids and the first one hundred ten thousand men divisions of the Empire, and finally, it enables an AI system called Tory. She controls the whole ship when you are not there."

"We also have decoded the scrolls that had been on Dattonine, and I think you would like to know what we have found. I'll be sending the files to your datapad right away along with the details with all other projects currently," Waving to a man beside him not picked up in the hologram before his commander's image blinked out.

Christen couldn't help but smile. Although he was worried about what such information he would find upon tython and its force adepts, or preferably his students now, he was excited. he activated his datapad within his armor and opened the file named "Temple of the chosen ones."

Looking into the file at the decoded scrolls, he read the other files later, currently reading the message his men wrote for him. His face darkened, and he became a bit more worried when he kept reading, finding out the temple was not documented or even talked about in any texts within twenty-five thousand years, all his men could get was that it was located on the god-Kriffing planet of Dantooine and their native bugs. Other than that, his men said there wasn't much to go on, even to say the temple existed, but he was always taught from his old masters that there was still truth in legends.

Christen knew he must go to the planet of Dantoine, a short mission in the future never hurt anything, he touched the comm again. He punched in the numbers for his capital ship the Torgutan Admiral looked at him in shock and surprise and opened his mouth but christen never let him speak.

"Admiral Spyder, I want my capital chip to make ready for transport to Dantoine," he said in a voice, leaving no room for the word no. But to his surprise, his Admiral shook his head and opened his mouth.

"My lord, you do know the clone wars just started, and this Galaxy is swarming with the republic and separatists clone and droid armies? I have no problem with this mission other than the size of the ship we are bringing" he looked straight to the floor as if christen would smite him from the Galaxy. He tilted his head at the odd behavior,

Christen had totally forgotten about the clone wars and was sad knowing he was there when the senate voted for the war after the first battle of Geonosis, sure. It was reckless for him to even go to the heart of the Republic, but he needed to see what the hell was going on, he slept on the couch for a week, and the kids were a bigger deal with their training in the force. "Well then, that does put us in a tight situation, but we must carry on as always. But the time of laying in wild space and under the guise of a Tech company is over," Christen responded.

"No survivors of any opposition to our empire are to be retained in all our sectors, bring the fleets all back Home, I will be making a meeting with the entire empire" smirking as his commander smiled in anticipation.

"Is there anything you wish for the empire to do until your return, My lord?" The Admiral spoke respectfully

"yes, there actually is. I know you have spies within the republic fleets and cloning facilities, is there someone among them we can sway to our side to be our wolf among sheep" Christen simply wished for an assassination group. He could have taken out contacts well out of his reach within the Republic.

"There actually is. We would have to allow them access to our cloning facilities on Dxun for what he have on files. We would simply need to have them our cloning tech stop their Ageing process" the Admiral looked to him for a response.

"so they are clones?" christen questioned. If the clones were of the standard he wanted, he would have no problems.

"Yes, they are a squad of six of clones that the Kaminoan's wanted to slaughter, they saw them as combinations and failures, but they were taken under the wind of a disgruntled and stick True Mandalion who followed his friend Jango Fett, who is now deceased into training these clones for the Republic, Freely peaking My lord I Believe we should contact them with a meeting while you're on Oddesion, My lord.

"Yes, Admiral, that is a great plan. Make sure to send fighters under stealth fields to shadow them when the message has been sent. Keep a close eye on them in case they decide to spew words to the Republic and Jedi."

"As you wish, My Lord" christen held his hand up before the man could cut off the connection.

"MY, Lord? he asked in a not frightened tone.

"What is the name of this Squadron of clones and the True Mandaloion" christen was curious as to what could be his spies within the Republic's clone army.

"they are Nicknamed The Null Squad. And the Mandalorian's name is Kal Skirata, the last of his clan, and is in popular belief to be the only one besides some Pre-Vizla to become Mandalore.

Christen smiled as he shut down the commlink.

Pretty proud of himself, he turns around to walk back to bed to his wife when 'THUNK.'

Christen bumped into a pain of glaring Violet eyes that belonged to his wife, yup he was fucked, but he still couldn't keep his surprise away. She snuck upon him.

"WHAT THE FU... I mean, what are you doing up, my Beautiful wife" he cooed, trying to simmer down her anger... it didn't work.

She was not in the mood. "Who was that man?, why did he call you My LORD? And WHY THE HELL DOES IT SOUND LIKE YOUR A SITH EMPEROR?" she spat as her voice kept rising with every word.

"How much did you hear Nexa," he asked, trying to avoid discussing his Empire. He would have to avoid pissing her off more if they didn't want the kids running up here.

" CHRISTIAN, I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU LIE TO ME ONE MORE FUCKIN..." she tried to yell as Christen put his hand over her mouth.

Violet eyes tried to meet his, but no matter how mad she was, she flinched when she was forced to look into the glowing lava eyes of her husband. They raged like a wildfire. She finally could say she was afraid, afraid of her own husband,

Christen sensing her thoughts, let her go quickly.

He stepped back and breathed in deeply, seeing his wife standing there, watered eyes on the verge of crying. He hated doing this to her, but she was his wife. She deserved the truth.

"I... I'm not the man I used to be, my sweet nexa," he spoke with tears brimming in his eyes. This shocked his wife, who never thought he would react like this. She kept quiet. She needed to know what he wanted to say to excuse such deceiving action.

"as soon as I got on that ship, I was ambushed, forced into bonding with a disgusting artifact that should have never existed. I was made a prisoner within a week of leaving You," he spoke softly, trying to reign in his emotions, so he didn't wake up the children. His wife nodding for him to continue, her hand snaking around his right armored bicep, her eyes tearing up at seeing him so vulnerable.

"That Sith forced me to live a life longer than what has gone by for you" she grew confused at this proclamation and had to interrupt.

"W-What do you mean Nexu" she stuttered as she looked deep into the intense stare of her husband.

"I wanted to tell..." but he was cut off by his wife's hand stroking his face, looking at her in more shock than anything. "How long have you truly been gone" she threatened more than questioning him. Slowly lifting his head to meet her eyes once more, he said, "I told you the truth. I have only been gone for Nine and a half years." He paused because he sensed her emotion spike and lifted a hand as she would strike him again.

"The amount of years I have lived while I was gone is a different story." He stopped to calm himself. "The truth is I'm at least two hundred and eighty years old, Abigail. I was enslaved for two hundred fifty years under my master Darth Bane's tutelage. He destroyed my other masters and used me like a beast to further the sith in the Unknown regions by taking resources and artifacts from the Galaxy and imprisoned on the Sith homeworld.

I Was supposed to be a vessel, a born nexus in the force that he would use to fuel a body that would even put me to shame with power that would course through it, ultimately it failed, during the failure, there was such an enormous amount of force energy that it had nowhere to go, but back to me, I lashed out in a rage vision filled repulse, almost destroying the entire planet. As you know, I got these damn glowing scars," he explained as he looked into her eyes with such sadness it almost broke her will.

"Abigail, I am Now the Grandmaster of the Jedaii. Remember the Group I keep talking about with the kids? I drop their name almost every single lesson, I am the Emperor of the What used to be A Sith Empire and it;'s about to be fully turned into my Saviors empire, I'm a significant political figure in the wild space and unknown regions, I gained all this through being enslaved for many years then has actually passed for you my nexa" he whispered the last words.

he looked down to her face as she looked up to his eyes once again, she no longer held any fear but sheer determination as she could see the news settle in he saw her put up her Queen face, much like his own mask it left no emotion to see. "How big is this government, Army, and how rich are you? Why are you lying to me, to the kids, to OUR HOME!" she half screamed and begged as he could see the tears finally broke free and were streaming down her cheeks.

Christen walked to his cabinet on the far end of the closet, leaving his wife to momentarily sob into her hands at the amount of information she's learning about a man who, by the moment, seems to represent her husband less and less.

He fished out a data chip from the communication chips built into his armor, he picked the newest one. It held the current number of supporters, warriors, Planets, sectors, fleets, droids that he added up after looking at the files his Admiral had just given him, then throws it to her. Abigail finally opens it after a moment's hesitation.

The Savior's Empire

Hiding in the Galaxy under the company name of BIOTECH

Mining resources

Beskar 1500 tons

Phrik 150,000 tons

Cortosis 103,500 tons

Plastoid 50000 tons

Capital steel 25 million tons

Stygium 585000 tons

Hibridiuem 45000 tons

Steel 45 million tons

Kyber Crystals 125000 tons

SECTORS under the Empire

Spinward sector (3 planets, 1 billion inHabitants)

dalonibian sector taken from the black suns. (30 worlds, 20 billion inHabitants(home sector of BIOTECH)

Veragi sector was taken from the black Sun's.

It is a Resource and storage sector for the Empire and BIOTECH

(86 billion inHabitants, 5 planets)

Key Planets and moons that are part of the Empire

Tython( main base for the Jedaii order

Bogan(

Ashla(

Dxun( Cloning Facility of the Yashans and some other species)

Oddessien( main base for the residents of the Empire

Teth( is another research outpost whose sole purpose is to research and create anything pertaining to a medical nature)

Byss(is a complete Research station designed to maintain the Empire's armor and weapon emplacements from the star forge and find ways to upgrade and customize them)

Star forge(Empires secondary base for the Soldiers, makes the empires fleets, armor, and droid building)

one Star forge above the Sun in Oddesion system

5 entire sector fleets orange and black with red and golden accents)

65-star destroyer class ships

5 Dreadnoughts

16 battlecruisers

3600 heavy cruisers

1200 Cruisers

5000 Frigates

10000 fighter class

7.5 million droids

6 million crew members

2.5 million soldiers or gunners

15 million tons of resources in cargo hold's

5 freighter fleets (black and green with golden accents )

5-star destroyer class

25 heavy cruisers

100 Frigates

1000 corvettes

3500 fighter class

750,000 crew members

100,000 soldiers

125,000 droids

85000 gunners

3.5 million Ton's of resources in cargo holds

4 transport fleets( yellow and black with green accents)

4 Star destroyer class

12 heavy cruisers

2000 corvettes

75 frigates

2000 fighter class

350,000 crew members

85,000 soldiers

125000 droids

95,000 gunners

7.5 million in cargo holds

1 heavily armed merchant fleet (grey and black with blue accents)

1 battleCruiser

750 frigates

500 corvette's

1800 shuttle class ships

3000 fighter class

150,000 droids

185,000 crew members

100,000 soldiers

95,000 gunners

1 million tons of resources in the Cargo hold.

Crew members

7.2 million

Admirals(28500)

Officers(55000)

Security (95000)

Gunners (685,000)

Construction (450,000)

Engineering (385,000)

Other essential jobs (5.5 million)

Troops (total 2.25 million

Christen stood there, not knowing how she would react. This was not supposed to happen, and he needed more time. Hapes has been looking to join a government. The system hasn't been doing well, and there was a notion of civil war when he had been brought into the fold, but he couldn't just let that information slip to the Republic.

"Why did you hide this from me? You know this could really help our people and the system altogether," Abigail asked, becoming confused and then angry. "You weren't even a slave when you were gone, were you? this takes decades o even to plan, and you have it all done," she utters while looking into his eyes. "You left us for some empire, and now you're fucking lying about being a fucking sla..." Christen quickly cut her off by putting her jaw into his hand and shutting her up, forcing her to look into his eyes before speaking.

"Please, can we just not talk about this. I've given you all the information. Please just... read it before judging me, Nexu" Christen went to bed, leaving Abigail alone in the closet to think about what became her husband.

It was early the following day, far too early for Christen's liking, when the door to their room opened, and two little intruders came running inside on tiny bare feet.

"Mommy!" Damian squealed as he and Julie crawled onto the foot of their parents' bed.

Christen opened his eyes reluctantly as his two youngest children clamored up between him and his wife.

"Good morning," Abigail told the minor children, hugging them both. "You're up early this morning."

"I'll say," Christen yawned, his mood seldom as he remembered his wife finding out bout his Empire. Honestly, what was he thinking taking that call within the Fortress?

"Can we go swimming?" Julie asked.

Christen closed his eyes, pretending to drift off. But his wife wasn't fooled.

"Yes, of course, we can," Abigail said, "right, Daddy?"

Christen made no reply, so Abigail gave her boys a knowing look as she raised her eyebrows in expectation.

Christen was soon attacked by three pairs of tickling hands. His ruse was over.

"Okay! Okay!" he cried as he writhed in laughter. "I surrender! Let's go swimming!"

Abigail smiled and winked at the boys. "Works every time," she said. The boys giggled and scurried out the door to get their bathing trunks.

"BUT THEN WE TRAIN IN LIGHTSABER COMBAT," he yelled, and much to his and Abigail's amusement, two loud groans came from the hallway, and he could feel through the force that all seven children heard him and were now wishing they weren't going swimming and simply slept in.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Christen asked his wife as he reluctantly got out of bed.

"Yes, very much so," Abigail admitted. "It's not everyone who can best the indomitable Christen Skywalker."

Christen laughed. "Yeah, right," he replied. "Let's get this over with," he sighed.

"Such enthusiasm," she teased.

"Nexa about las-" he was soon shushed with a finger on his lips. He looked into her eyes and only saw love and understanding.

"Unfortunately, you kept such things from the Consortium and me. Last night it felt as though you never cared about us" she ended her speaking with a soft whisper. He instantly took her hands in his and cupped her cheek. They locked eyes as he spoke.

"I have always loved you, whether or not you would like to believe it," with that decoration, she smiled brightly with tears brimming her eyes as she turned from him and left the room, unknown to him, the tears coming out were of the shame she felt for her betrayal.

A short time later

Abigail sat on the beach, laughing as Julie and Damian buried their father in the sand.

"Are you enjoying this?" Christen asked, his head sticking out of the sand.

"Yes, I am," Abigail assured him. "Very much."

Christen laughed at her candor.

"Okay, Daddy, now!" Julie announced as he and Damian sat back in the sand.

"Now, Dad, come on!" Damian agreed, clapping his hands wildly.

Christen closed his eyes and concentrated, the excitement he felt from his two youngest kids making it challenging to do so. Soon, he was able to sufficiently send the sand that trapped him to start lifting off him. The two boys clapped furiously as the sand began to swirl around and up into the air, forming a giant funnel of sand that eventually blew out into the lake.

"Again, Daddy, again!" Damian cried.

Christen sat up, brushing the sand from his body. "Again?" he asked.

Damian nodded enthusiastically.

"Why don't we go swimming instead?" Abigail suggested, standing up.

Christen looked up at her, grateful for her suggestion.

"Can you throw us into the water, Daddy?" Galen asked.

"That I can do," Christen replied, standing and scooping up Damian, who began to squeal with delight.

Julie soon joined his younger brother in the water, and their parents soon joined them.

"Amber, let's go swimming," Crystal pleaded. "Please?"

Amber looked at her younger sister. "Crystal, I don't feel like it," she said. "Go on in. Everybody else is swimming. You don't need me."

Crystal frowned, clearly showing her disappointment. "You never want to do anything fun with me anymore," she complained.

"That's not true," Amber replied. "We do stuff together all the time."

"We used to," Crystal corrected her. "But ever since you started liking that boy, you don't do anything with me anymore."

Amber frowned and cast an anxious glance at her parents. "Will you be quiet?" she hissed. "You know how mad Dad would be if he knew about that."

Crystal folded her arms. "Why shouldn't I tell?" she asked.

Amber narrowed her eyes. "Because I'm your sister, and you love me," she said.

Crystal rolled her eyes. "So what?"

Amber sighed loudly and stood up. "Okay, okay," she said. "You win. Let's go swimming."

Crystal smiled triumphantly and took Amber's hand as they walked towards the water.

Christen watched Amber, sensing that she was annoyed. Usually, she loved playing with her younger sisters, both of them, but lately, he'd noticed that had changed and that Amber seemed put out by the girls' demands of her attention. What is going on with you, Amber? He wondered. By the end of this weekend, I'm going to find out, and I promise you that.

Dinner that evening was full of laughter as the visit wound down.

"So, are you looking forward to returning to the capital of the republic in a few months?" Quin'son, the former Queen Mother, and his Mother in Law asked Abigail and Christen.

"Yes and no," Abigail replied. "Vacation is always so nice, but it's good to get the kids back into their routine," she added.

"I guess it won't be long before little Damian becomes an apprentice as well," Kelssa, the father of his wife, commented.

Christen and Abigail looked down at the table where Damian was blowing bubbles in his milk through a straw. They looked at one another and shook their heads, neither one of them being able to imagine their youngest child in the Jedaii Temples on tython.

"I'm not sure the Order is or ever will be ready for Damian," Christen commented with a smile.

"He's a little…spoiled, but I'm Sure your empire can handle him," Abigail added curtly.

Kelssa smiled. "Well, at ten, he's still a baby," she said. "Little Amber was like him too when he was two, wasn't he?"

"I'm not sure he was quite as ….active," Christen replied.

Quin'son laughed. "Well, I think he'll be just fine," she said.

Kelssa smiled. "You could always have one more so he wouldn't be the baby anymore," he suggested.

Christen's eyes widened. "Another one?" he asked. "You're joking, right?"

Quin'son and Kelssa both laughed; Abigail, however, did not and said nothing.

It took the combined efforts of all four adults to get the children to bed that night. As they often did, Galen and Amber assisted, and by midnight, everyone was in bed, and the vast house was finally quiet.

"As much as I love being here, it will be good to go home," Abigail said as she climbed into bed with Christen.

Christen nodded. "The kids need to be kept busy," he said. "Otherwise, they just get into mischief."

Abigail smiled. "Now, who does that remind me of?" she asked.

Christen laughed. "I can't imagine," he replied. "The kids are just as bad as me. Is that what you're saying?"

"I didn't say they were bad," she said. "I believe mischievous is the more appropriate word."

"I see," he replied as she snuggled against him. "Not like the eastern prince's kids," he said. "They're perfect," he added, a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

"They are not perfect," Abigail countered somewhat defensively. "They're no better than our children, Christen."

"You don't see the things I see, Abigail," he told her. "They never speak out of turn, never come to class late…they're always well behaved, and I've only been back less than two months. How can you NOT see it."

"Jealous?" she asked, looking up at him.

"No, of course not," he replied. "I wouldn't change our kids for anything. But it's just a little…embarrassing when they pull the stunts they sometimes do."

"What stunts?" she asked.

"Well, you know," he replied. "This thing Lucian has for the sith…it's really driving me crazy."

Abigail had to suppress her laughter at this point. "He's only Twelve," she reminded him. "He'll outgrow it."

"I hope so," Christen grumbled. "The... Admiral keeps wondering when I'm leaving for Oddesion. The planet will hate him," he told her. "Can you just see him there? The place would never be the same." He sighed sleepily. "Good thing he's the last one," he yawned.

Abigail frowned and looked up at him. But he'd already closed his eyes and was drifting off, so she decided not to say anything for now.

(CHRISTEN'S DREAMSCAPE)

The overhead lights scream mercilessly into my eyes, only adding to my torment. Nightmarish sounds surround me, but then I realize, to my horror, that it's the sound of my own screams that I'm hearing. Droids surround me, mercilessly probing the tortured remains of my limbs, the pain they inflict with their cold machinery beyond imagination. I flail my phantom arm, merely a stump of scarred flesh, the relentless droids attempt to hold me still so that they can finish their task. The sound of the drill is not loud enough to drown out the sound of my screams as it drills into my exposed bone...

"My slave? Can you hear me?" I hear the voice as though underwater, my hearing now strangely altered by the nightmarish mask I wear.

"Yes, my master," I reply, the sound of my own voice making my skin crawl it soundly ghostly and lucid.

And then I remember the ship, my masters...the mission... Bane…I turn to my master, needing to know but afraid to find out. "Where is Abigail? The kids, are they all right? what has happened?"

"It seems in your Absence from the known universe along with the success of the ritual has left you destroyed and broken …your children were killed by a Tetan blockade and your wife a new lover, or rather a forced affair with the chiss royal family."

Christen awoke with a start, discombobulated for a moment as the past invaded his mind. He sat up in bed, getting his bearing finally as he realized where he was. Abigail was sleeping beside him, her hair spilling over her pillow. Christen closed his eyes, absorbing the positive, warm energy emanating from his wife. She didn't know that the Dreams from his torture at the hands of the sith still haunted him; he knew the last thing she needed was more to worry about him, more so than she did already.

Deciding to get up for a drink of water, Christen left the bed and went to the fresher. Images from his nightmare still hovered around the periphery of his mind, so he decided to take a walk through the quiet house. He found himself outside of the room where his sons slept and silently opened the door and walked over to where Galen, Lucian, Julie, and Damian slept. He pulled the blanket up on Damian, smiling as he recalled the previous day's flour incident. He wondered if his own mother had ever found him in a similar predicament. After taking a moment to admire his son's angelic faces, Christen left the room and proceeded to where Crystal and Emma slept. The girls slept together in one large king-sized bed, and they each had their arms wrapped around their favorite stuffed toy as they slept. Christen bent and kissed each of them before leaving the room.

Amber had her own room, the only one of the seven did, and Christen hesitated before going into it. He stopped outside her door and then frowned as he sensed something. Opening the door suddenly, he found his eldest daughter sitting at the computer, the face of some unknown boy on the screen. Amber gasped in surprise when Christen entered the room, not having sensed his presence until it was too late.

"What the devil are you doing?" Christen demanded angrily as he walked over to where Amber sat. "And who the hell is that?"

"He's just a friend," Amber replied, doing her best to remain calm in the face of her father's anger.

"And why are you talking to this…friend at two o'clock in the morning?" he demanded.

Amber's eyes darted nervously to the screen and then back to her father. "I…I couldn't sleep, and I …."

"Don't lie to me," he warned, looking at the screen, where the boy Amber had been talking to was looking somewhat nervous. "Who are you? And why are you talking to my daughter in the middle of the night?"

"Uh….my n-n-n-n-name is Jai, My King," the boy stammered, the perspiration standing out on his forehead. "Jai Remiko. I'm an apprentice technician, I…."

Christen didn't let him continue and simply ended the transmission. "You have gone too far this time, Amber," he told her. "You are forbidden from contacting this boy again, do you hear me? And grounded from using the holonet for a week…no…no a month!"

"You can't do that!" Amber cried in response. "That's so unfair!"

"What is going on in here?"

Amber and Christen turned to see Abigail standing in the doorway. "I could hear the two of you yelling from down the hall!"

"Ask her," Christen said, pointing at Amber. "Ask her what she was doing in the middle of the night talking to some Piece of Osik. when she should have been sleeping!"

Amber looked at her mother imploringly.

"Maybe we ought to talk about this in the morning when we've all had a chance to calm down," Abigail suggested calmly. "Before everyone else in the house is woken up."

"Fine by me," Christen replied, walking towards the door. "I'll just send A HK droid in here to keep an eye on Amber since we obviously can't trust her."

"You should have never come back, you know that? your nothing but a worthless father who abandoned us all!" Amber screamed after her father as he left the room.

Christen stopped for a moment, his daughter's words hitting him hard after the nightmare he'd just had. He looked down at Abigail for a moment, and she could see the hurt in his eyes as water began to form at the edges.

"I-I-I...know," he stuttered out a choked up response

But he said nothing more and then continued down the corridor towards their bedroom.

Abigail looked at Amber. "That was very cruel of you," she said to her. "After everything he's been through, the amount of pain he has gone through to get back to US! I understand not completely understanding why he left, but I think you understand he just wanted to be stronger for US!, how could you say that to him, Amber? How could you?"

Amber's eyes filled with tears as the regret over what she said hit her.

Her mother said nothing more and left the room, leaving Amber alone to contemplate what had just happened.

Abigail found Christen back in their room, lying in bed staring at the ceiling. She could see the drying trails of tears adorning his scarred face. She got into the bed and moved over to him, rubbing his back soothingly. "She didn't mean it, Nexu," she told him as she kissed his neck, right on a glowing scar that brought the heat to her lips. "Teenagers are capricious, thoughtless people sometimes."

Christen didn't reply for a moment, for he was trying to manage his anger, not at his daughter but at himself.

"And Amber has a temper," Abigail continued when he said nothing. "You know that. She always has. She says things without thinking and then regrets it later, kinda reminding me of you. I'm sure she regrets what she said already."

Christen sighed and turned to face her. "What happened to that sweet little girl?" he asked her, the sadness evident in his voice. "did I really ruin my whole family by leaving? Are Crystal and Emma going to be like that too one day soon? I don't regret leaving Nexa, but sometimes I feel... like I'm worthless to everyone but you, the Empire and the force?"

"Oh Nexu," Abigail said, stroking his face softly, "you didn't ruin this family. She's just going through a phase, that's all. She adores you. You know that she was the most outspoken that you were alive. She always believed you were out there fighting battles and gaining a legacy you would bring back with you."

Christen snorted in disbelief. "She has a funny way of showing it, and she's not wrong, but that glory brought back in the form of the empire might frighten them," he grunted to her.

Abigail smiled. "I adore you too," she told him. "And I have a charming way of showing it."

The corners of Christen's mouth turned up ever so slightly. "Is that right?"

Abigail nodded. "Would you like me to show you how much I adore you?" she asked, moving her hands down the front of his chest.

Christen couldn't help but smile. "By all means," he said, pulling her closer.

Later that night

"Right in here," Christen said as he opened a door leading to a relatively spacious suite. "This is reserved for visiting dignitaries," he explained to Abigail as the three of them entered after him. "I think the three of you qualify."

Abigail smiled, watching Galen and Amber as they ran around the room, checking out the amenities. "A food synth!" Amber exclaimed as she saw the computer console embedded in one wall near a table and chairs. "Mommy, I'm hungry!'

"What would you like, Amber?" Christen asked as he walked ever to the console. He bent close so that only she could hear him. "I've been told that the ice cream is particularly good," he told her." Amber looked up at him, her large dark eyes sparkling. "Did you say ice cream?" she asked. Christen simply nodded at her innocence. "Oh yes, that's what I want! Chocolate with Caramel, please." She added, anticipating her father's question.

"As you wish, my young Princess," he said, typing in the command. Amber giggled.

Amber woke up as the alarm went off, the dream from the past making her emotional.

She sat up in bed, guilt filling her as she remembered the ugly scene with her father the previous night. Even after he came back, he was an awesome father, training her. Her siblings in the art of the force, teaching her how to fight, how to learn politics like her mother never could, gave her so much information about the Galaxy she thought she would never grow bored, she reminded herself, wiping the tears from her face. I'm sorry Daddy, she sniffed. I'm so sorry…

The following day was chaotic as bags were packed in preparation for the return home. Kelssa and Abigail made their way from room to room, picking up odd socks, toys, and other items that had been left behind as Christen, Damian, and Galen brought the bags down to the pier.

Amber had been anxious to speak to her father alone to apologize, but things were so hectic that there hadn't been a chance to do so.

"Is that everything?" Christen asked his wife as he returned to the house with Damian and Galen.

"I think so," Abigail said, handing him one last haversack. "You know we always end up leaving a few things behind," she reminded him.

Christen nodded. "I figure if we have all the kids, we're doing all right," he replied with a smile.

Abigail laughed. "I suppose so," she agreed.

Christen turned to Galen. "We'll take the bags over to the ship," he said, knowing there wouldn't be room for everyone in the gondola with the luggage.

"Okay," Abigail said.

"There's room for one more if you want to come too," Christen asked Emma, who was standing with her mother.

"Okay, Daddy," Emma said with a smile, pleased at being chosen.

"I come too?" Damian asked, holding Abigail's hand and looking up at Christen imploringly.

Christen looked at Abigail, who merely smiled.

"Okay, Damian," Christen said, holding out his hands. "Come on."

Damian ran to his father like a small child and giggled when Christen scooped him up in his arms. He shook his head at how much of a daddy's boy he was.

Amber appeared on the terrace at this point, watching her grandparents and the rest of the children.

"Where's Dad?" she asked her mother.

"He's gone to the Phantom to give us a few of the HK and TY model droids," Abigail told her.

She watched Amber for a moment, seeing how upset she was. "Why do you ask?"

Amber frowned. "I wanted to talk to him," she said, looking down at the lake where the gondola had pulled out. "I …need to talk to him."

Abigail nodded. "I thought you might," she replied. "It's a long trip back home. You can talk to him then."

Amber nodded, her eyes not leaving the Fortress walls. "I feel awful, Mom," she said softly. "I know I really hurt his feelings when I said what I said."

"Yes, you did," Abigail agreed, not sugar coating the truth. "But I'm sure if you talk to him, you can make things right with him."

"I will, mother," Amber said with conviction.

"Mommy, I wanted to go with Dad," Lucian complained.

"You weren't fast enough," Crystal told him. "You snooze, you lose," she added.

Lucian frowned. "Mom!"

Abigail sighed, deciding that it would be a long trip back to Coruscant.

Having left Galen in charge of the cockpit, Christen went to the cruiser's back to help his wife with the rest of the children.

"How are things back here?" Christen asked when he met Abigail in the passenger lounge. It was much too small for the Jedaii. He felt the one n the phantom was much better.

"The little ones are eating dinner," she informed him. "Are you hungry?"

Christen shook his head with a yawn. "I'm more tired than anything," he told her. "I didn't sleep well last night, plus I've been getting ready to go get the Empire sorted out, plus I have to gather enough information on Illum when I gather crystals for the kids and the order."

Abigail frowned. "Why? is this because of what happened with Amber?"

"Yes," he replied, not wanting to tell her about the nightmare he'd had. "I've been avoiding her all day," he added.

"You can't do that indefinitely," she replied. "Besides, she feels bad for what happened and what she said."

"She might say so," Christen replied, yawning again. "I'm going to have a nap. Care to join me?" he asked with a smile.

Abigail laughed. "I'd love to," she said. "But it's probably not a good idea right now."

Christen sighed. "Story of my life," he said.

Just then, Amber entered the room and felt her father's tension level skyrocket as she did so.

"I think I'll leave you two alone," Abigail said as she left the awkward feeling room.

Christen sat down at a computer terminal and plugged in his gauntlet, started pouring over information about the ship itself, and appeared busy as Amber stood watching.

"Dad, can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Go ahead," Christen replied shortly, not turning to look at her.

Amber could tell he was still upset and yet felt compelled to reach out to him. She walked over to where he was sitting and sat down, watching him. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just checking the diagnostics of the ship, I know the droids have done so, but I'll feel much better if I know for sure your safe on the trip, along with a couple of my messages from... some friends," he said, still not looking at her.

Amber nodded. "Dad, I feel horrible about last night," she said finally.

Christen frowned ever so slightly. "What do you feel bad about, Amber? Going against my wishes or getting caught doing so?"

Amber looked down at the deck. "About what I said to you, mostly," she said. "The part about you being a worthless father."

Christen nodded. "You think I Abandoned you...which I did," he commented with sadness, his daughter giving him a look of shame at putting her father down like this.

"Sometimes," she said. Christen turned to her. "But then I know the father I remember was a gentle, sweet man," she hastened to add. "He gave me an entire world tour on my fourth birthday, remember?" she asked with a smile.

"I remember," Christen replied with a chuckle.

"And he bought Galen and me so many droids and holovids we had to keep them in a room all by themselves," she added.

Christen smiled.

"And he would have done anything to protect Mom, me, and Galen, and all four of us had a hard time with all the sibling's mom popped out," she concluded. "So I guess you are like him in a lot of ways."

"I guess I am," Christen concurred. "But somehow, I don't think that's what you meant last night," he added.

"No, no, I didn't," she admitted. "I was mad at you and said something to hurt you, and for that, I'm really sorry."

Christen turned the chair so that he was facing her. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," he said. "Even though you deserved it," he added with a smile.

Amber laughed. "I guess I did," she admitted. "I love you, Daddy," she said, standing up and putting her arms around Christen's neck.

Christen returned her embrace. "I love you too, Amber," he replied.

"Am I still grounded?"

"Oh yeah."

"Just thought I'd ask," she said with a laugh.

"now, I did want to go over a few things with you before I go to wild space for a week." she tilted her head as she sat back down to her bed.

"yeah! Well, hit me with it, Dad" he beamed at her love for knowledge.

"What is your outlook on the Jedi?" he asked. He needed to know where she was before letting her know of his Empire and his idea to take her as his first Apprentice.

"well, they aren't good, but definitely not evil. The data pads you have given me, along with the Fortress and the Palace libraries, I can confidently say They the Jedi of today are o misguided from their ancestors during the time of Revan, which isn't funny. They became so involved in the politics of the Republic and lost complete sight of the will of the force. The Jedi were meant to guard and preserve life. Becoming generals in a war fighting for a largely corrupt and ineffective government simply because they were asked to is not in keeping with their purpose." she was finished with her answer, he was about to answer, but she cut him off.

"what about you, dad? I know you dislike them and all, but why, why do you care? he was impressed and found he made the right choice as he spoke next

"The Republic has festered so much in the years that it is no longer harmless cancer. It is active cancer that is destroying the Galaxy. Its bureaucracy has exponentially grown into a disorganized and filthy mess, and corruption has run rampant through it. Corporations, economic entities have political power and votes. The two should never mix. The Jedi had fallen even further into their hypocritical and idealistic monastic beliefs and imposed their ideas and thoughts on the general populace. They are not a government entity, therefore free of any restraints, yet are wielded like one. This makes them a cult, one that is too blinded to be a part of civilization at large. Even though we use former Sith and their Alles, I made them a branch of MY Empire. They are regulated and balanced by the other portions. They are responsible for their actions, and my people within my EmpireEmpire are expected to accept their authority.

The Jedi are responsible for the massive decline of justice and progress. In fact, the Republic has regressed technologically since our time. Citizens scoff at the Jedi's interference, claiming that they have no idea of what life really is. All of this represents precisely what I'm fighting against, one of the very reasons I fight for change. I will not let this go unchallenged. I will travel the stars, take the time I need, rebuild our Empire and reconquer the Republic that deserves to die. The Republic is weak and already dead. Our Empire was strong and will be vital. It's time for nature to take control." He finished with solid confidence flowing from him. He looked to his daughter, who stared wide-eyed at him.

"Your Empire," she whispered out, her eyes not leaving his.

He knelt down to her eye level.

"Yes... My Apprentice," he spoke as he held up a Holocron he took from his back chamber built into his thigh plate.

"Our Empire"

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